Frunk as duck trying to work out how the hell I get home from Aldgate East, desperately trying not to fall asleep and end up in Stanmore (again) by listening to some heavy metal. I then proceeded to make myself dinner, massively overseasoned my turkey steaks with cayenne pepper, paprika, mustard and chillies, put too much butter and cheese on my jacket potato, burned the crap out of my mouth and drinking a few more large bottles of San Miguel.
Today has been a mixture of searing hot bowel movements, a painful headache, getting my ass handed to me on Wolfenstein and struggling to work.
Also, for some reason that I am still trying to work out, I bought a bottle of honey. I have no idea where I got it from, why I got it or what I'm going to use it for, but I definitely have honey that I did not have when I left the flat yesterday.
This is a disturbingly normal Saturday/Sunday routine that I must get out of.